Zyaire
Northford was as beautiful as it was the last time I had visited it. The houses were covered with white, fluffy, mounds of snow. Large snowflakes continued to fall as I made my way to Gamish’s cabin. Jumping across the narrow-frozen river, I tracked up the hill toward the gray cabin. There was smoke coming from the chimney and there weren’t any footprints in the snow.
Pulling my laser gun, I opened the front door. The fire blazed in the hearth and the scent of roasted crobison filled the air. Tycho was arm wrestling Tomrn.
All our old friends were here, even Adrjuc. Adrjuc Baxjin was mentally unstable after the death of his mate and son, yet he was stoically standing at the back window nursing a cold mug of what appeared to be Vacuwine. Tycho and I had saved the lives of all thes
